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Enter a Soldier running.

Say. You men of Kent, — Sold. Jack Cade! Jack Cade!

Dick. What say you of Kent ? Cade. Knock him down there. [They kill him. Say. Nothing but this: 'Tis bona terra, mala gens. Smith. If this fellow be wise, he'll never call you Cade. A way with him, away with him! he speaks Latin! Jack Cade more; I think he hath a very fair warning. Say. Hear me but speak, and bear me where you will.

Dick. My lord , there's an army gathered together 'Kent, in the commentaries Caesar writ, in Smithfield.

Is term’d the civil'st place of all this isle: Cade. Come then, let's go fight with them. But, Sweet is the country, because full of riches; first, go and set London-bridge on fire ; and, if The people liberal, valiant, active, wealthy; you can, burn down the Tower too. Come, let's away. Which makes me hope you are not void of pity.

(Exeunt. I sold not Maine, I lost not Normandy;

Yet, to recover them, would lose my life. SCENE VII. The same. Smithfield. Justice with favour have I always done; Alarums. Enter, on one side, Cape and his Com- Prayers and tears have mov'd ne, gists could never. pany; on the other, Citizens, and the King's For- When have I aught exacted at your hands, ces, headed by Matthew Gough. They fight; the Kent to maintain, the king, the realm, and you? Citizens are routed, and Matthew Gough is slain. Large gifts have I bestow'd on learned clerks, Cade. So, sirs :- now, go some and pull down the Because my book preferr'd me to the king : Savoy; others to the inns of court; down with them all. And-seeing ignorance is the curse of God, Dick. I haid a suit unto your lordship.

Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven, Cade. Be it a lordship, thou shalt have it for that Unless, you be possess’d with devilish spirits, word.

You cannot but forbear to murder me. Dick. Only, that the laws of England may come out This tongue hath parley'd unto foreign kings of your mouth.

For your behoof, — John. Mass, 'twill be sore law then ; for he was thrust Cade. Tut! when struck'st thou one blow in the field? to the mouth with a spear, and 'tis not whole yet. Say. Great men have reaching hands: oft have I

[-Áside. struck Smith. Nay, John, it will be stinking law; for his Those that I never saw, and struck them dead. breath stinks with eating toasted cheese. [Aside. Geo. O monstrous coward! what, to come behind

Cade. I have thought upon it, it shall be so. Away, folks? barn all the records of the realm; my mouth shall Say. These cheeks are pale for watching for your be the parliament of England.

good. John. Then we are like to have biting statutes, un Cade. Give him a box o’the ear, and that will make less his teeth be pulled out.

[Aside.l'em red again. Cade. And henceforward all things shall be in com- Say. Long sitting to determine poor men's causes

Hath made me full of sickness and diseases.
Enter a Messenger.

Cade. Ye shall have a hempen caudle then, and Mess. My lord, a prize, a prize! here's the lord

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Say, which sold the towns in France; he that made Dick. Why dost thou quiver, man ?
us pay one-and-twenty fifteens, and one shilling to Say. The palsy, and not fear, provoketh me.
the pound, the last subsidy.

Cude. Nay, he nods at us; as who should say, I'll

be even with you. I'll see if his head will stand Enter George Bevis, with the Lord Sav.

steadier on a pole, or no. Take him away, and behead Cade. Well, he shall be beheaded for it ten times.-- him. Ah, thou say, thou serge, nay, thou buckram lord! Suy. Tell me, wherein I have offended most? now art thou within point-blank of our jurisdiction Have I affected wealth, or honour; speak? regal. What canst thou answer to my majesty, for Are my chests fill'd up with extorted gold? giving ap of Normandy unto inonsieur Basimecu, the Is my apparel sumptuous to behold? dauphin of France? Be it known unto thee by these Whom have I injur’d, that ye seek my death? presence, even the presence of lord Mortimer, that These hands are free from guiltless blood-shedding, I am the besom that must sweep the court clean of This breast from harbouring foul deceitful thoughts. such filth as thou art. Thou hast most traitorously 0, let me live! corrupted the youth of the realm, in erecting a gram- Cade. I feel remorse in myself with his words : but mar-school; and whereas, before, our forefathers I'll bridle it; he shall die, an it be but for pleading had no other books but the score and the tally, thou so well for his life. Away with him! he has a familiar hast caused printing to be used; and, contrary to the under his tongue; he speaks not o'God's name. Go, king, his crown, and dignity, thou hast built a paper- take him away, I say, and strike off his head presently; mill It will be proved to thy face, that thou hast men and then break into his son-in-law's house, sir Jaabout thee, that usually talk of a noun, and a verb; mes Cromer, and strike off his head, and bring them and such abominable words, as no Christian ear can both upon two poles hither endure to hear. Thou hast appointed justices of All. It shall be done. peace, to call poor men before them about matters Say.Ah,countrymen ! if when you make your prayers, they were not able to answer. Moreover, thou hast God should be so obdurate as yourselves, put them in prison; and because they could not read, How would it fare with your departed sonls ? thou hast hanged them; when, indeed, only for that And therefore yet relent, and save my life. cause they have been most worthy to live. Thou dost Cade. Away with him, and do as I command ye. ride on a foot-cloth, dost thou not?

[Exeunt some with Lord Say. Say. What of that?

The proudest peer in the realm shall not wear a hoad Cade. Marry, thou oughtest not to let thy horse wear on his shoulders, unless he pay me tribute; there shal? a cloak, when honester men than thou go in their not a maid be married, but she shall pay to me her hose and doublets.

maidenhead ere they have it. Men shall hold of me Dick. And work in their shirt too; as myelf, for ex- in capite; and we charge and command, that their ample, that am a butcher.

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Dick. My lord, when shall we go to Cheapside and Cade. Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro,

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as this multitude? the name of Henry the fifth hales Cade: Marry, presently. them to an hundred mischiefs, and makes them leave

For All. O brave!

me desolate. I see them lay their heads together, to Re-enter Rebels with the heads of Lord Say and surprise me: my sword make way for me, for here his Son-in-law. is no staying. — Iu despight of tlie devils and hell,

Ca Cade. But is not this braver? -- Let them kiss one have through the very midst of you! and heavens and another, for they loved well, when they were alive. honour be witness, that no want of resolution in me,

hay Now part them again, lest they consult abont the butonly my followers' base and ignominious treasons,

for giving up of some more towns in France. Soldiers, makes me betake me to my heels. Exit.

hur defer the spoil of the city until night: for with these Buck. What, is he fled? go some, and follow him;

the borne before us, instead of maces, will we ride through And he, that brings his head unto the king,

ab the streets; and at every corner, have them kiss. - Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward.

I ca Away!

(Exeunt.

(E.reunt some of them.

Follow me, soldiers; we'll devise a mean
SCENE VIII. --Southwark.

To reconcile you all unto the king. (Exeunt.
Alarum. Enter Cape, and all his Rabblement.

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bee Cade. Up Tish-street! down Saint Magnus' corner! SCENE IX. — Kenelworth Castle. kill and kauck down! throw them into Thames !

Tha Enter King HenrY, Queen MARGARET, and SOMERSET, [A parley sounded, then a retreat.] What noise is

on the terruce of the castle. this I hear ? dare any be so bold to sound retreat or K. Hen. Was ever king, that joy'd an earthly throne, parley, when I command them kill? And could command no more content than I?

Id Enter Buckingham and old ClifFORD, with Porces. No sooner was I crept out of my cradle, Buck. Ay, here they be, that dare and will disturb But I was made a king, at nine months old: thce :

11 Was never subject long'd to be a king, Know, Cade, we come ambassadors from the king As I do long and wish to be a subject. Unto the commons, whom thou hast misled;

Enter BuckINGHAM and CLIFORD.

Of And here pronounce free pardon to them all, Buck. Health and glad tidings to your majesty! That will forsake thee, and go home in peace.

Su K. Ilen. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor, Cade,

Au Clif: What say ye, countrymen? will ye relent, surpris’d) And yield to mercy, whilst 'tis oiler'd you; Or is he but retird to make him strong? Or let a rabble lead you to your deaths?

Enter, below, a great number of Cade's Followers, Who loves the king, and will embrace his pardon,

with halters about their necks.
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cap, and say--God save his majesty! Clif. He's fled, my lord, and all his powers do yield;
Who hateth him, and honours not his father, And humbly thus, with halters on their necks,
Henry the fisth, that made all France to quake, Expect your highness' doom, of life, or death.
Slake le his weapon at us, and pass by.
K. Hen. Then, heaven, set opethy everlasting gates,

I All. God save the king! God save the king! To entertain my vows of thanks and pruise! Cade. What, Buckingham, and Clifford, are ye so Soldiers, this day have you redeem'd your lives, brave? And you, base peasants, do ye believe him? And shew'd how well you love your prince and will you needs be hanged with your pardons about country: your necks? Hath my sword therefore broke through Continue still in this so good a mind, London Gates, that ye should leave me at the White And Henry, though he be unfortunate, Hart in Southwark? I thought, ye would never have Assure yourselves, will never be unkind: given out these arms, till you had recovered your And so, with thanks, and pardon to you all, ancient freedom: but you are all recreants, and da- I do dismiss you to your several countries. stards; and delight to live in slavery to the nobility. All. God save the king! God save the king! Let them break your backs with burdens, take your

Enter a Messenger. houses over your heads, ravish your wives and daugh-Mess

. Please it your grace to be advertised, ters before your faces: for me, I will make shift The duke of York is newly come from Ireland: for one; and so - God's curse 'light upon you all! And with a puissant and a mighty power, Áll. We'll follow Cade, we'll follow Cade! Of Gallowglasses, and stout Kernes, Clif. Is Cade the son of Henry the fifth,

Is marching hitherward in proud array;
That thus

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Tyou'll go with him? And still proclaimeth, as he comes along,
Will he couduct you through the heart of France, His arms are only to remove from thee
And make the meanest of you earls and dukes? The duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traitor.
Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to ; K. Ilen. Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and York
Nor knows he how to live, but by the spoil,

distress'd : Unless by robbing of your friends, and ns. Like to a ship, that, having 'scap'd a tempest, Wer't not a shame, that whilst you live at jar, Is straightway calm’d and boarded with a pirate: The fearful French, whom you late vanquished, But now is Cade driven back, his men dispers'd ; Should make a start o'er seas, and vanquish you? And now is York in arms to second him. Methinks, already, in this civil broil,

I pray thee, Buckingham, go forth and meet him; I see them lording it in London streets,

Aud ask him, what's the reason of these arms. Crying: l'illageois! unto all they meet.

Tell him, I'll send duke Edmund to the Tower ;- Better, ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry, And, Somerset, we will commit thee thither, Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman's mercy. Until his army be dismiss'd from him. To France, to France, and get what you have lost; Som. My lord, Spare England, for it is your native coast :

I'll yield myself to prison willingly, Henry hath money, you are strong and manly; Or unto death, to do my country good. God on our side, doubt not of victory.

K. Hen. fu any case, be not too rough in terms; All. A Clifford'! a Clifford! we'll follow the king, For he is fierce, and cannot brook hard language: aad Cliford.

Buck. I will, my lord; and doubt not so to deal,

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As all things shall redound unto your good, Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed,

K.Hen.Come, wife,let's io, and learn to govern better; And hang thee o'er my tomb, when I am dead;
For yet may England curse my wretched reign. Ne'er shall this blood be wiped from thy point;

(Exeunt. But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat,
SCENE X. Kent. Iden's garden. To emblaze the honour that thy master got.
Enter CADE.

Cade. Iden, farewell; and be proud of thy victory: Cade. Fyeon ambition ! fye on myself; that have a TellKent from me, she hath lost her best man, and exsword, and yet am ready to famish! These five days hort all the world to be cowards; for I, that never fearhave I hid me in these woods; and durst not peep out, ed any, am vanquished by famine, not by valour. (Dies. for all the country is lay'd for me; but now am I so Iden. How much thou wrong'st me, heaven be my hungry, that if I might have a lease of my life for a judge. thousand years, I could stay no longer. Wherefore, on Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare thee! a brickwall have I climbed into this garden; to see if And as I thrust thy body in with my sword, I can eat grass, or pick a sallet another while, which is So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell. not amiss to cool a man's stomach this hot weather. Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels And, I think, this word sallet was born to do me good : Unto a dunghill, which shall be thy grave, for, many a time but for a sallet, my brain- pan had And there cut off thy most ungracious head; been cleft with a brown bill; and, many a time when Which I will bear in triumph to the king, I have been dry and bravely marching, it hath served Leaving thy truuk for crows to feed upon. me instead of a quart-pot to drink in; and now the

(Exit, dragging out the body. word sallet must serve me to feed on.

Enter Iden, with Servants.
Iden. Lord, who would live turmoiled in the court,

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And may enjoy such quiet walks as these? SCENE I. - The same. Fields between Dartford and
This small inheritance, my father left me,

Blackheath. Contenteth me, and is worth a monarchy.

The King's camp on one side. On the other, enter I seek not to wax great by others' waning ;

York, attended, with drum and colours: his ForOr gather wealth, I care not with what envy: ces at some distance. Sufliceth, that I have maintains my state,

York. From Ireland thus comes York, to claim his Aud sends the poor well pleased from my gate.

right, Cade. Here's the lord of the soil come to seize me for And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head: a stray, for entering his fee-simple without leave. - Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright, Ah, villain, thou wilt betray me, and get a thousand to entertain great England's lawful king. crowns of the king for carrying my head to him; but Ah, sancta majestus! who would not buy thee dear? I'll make thee eat iron like an ostrich, and swallow my Let them obey, that know not how to rule; sword like a great pin, ere thou and I part. This hand was made to handle nought but gold: Iden. Why, rude companion, whatsoe'er thou be, I cannot give due action to my words, I know thee not; why then should I betray thee? Except a sword, or sceptre, balance it. Is't not enough, to break into my garden,

A sceptre shall it have, have I a soul; And, like a thief, to come to rob my grounds, On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France. Climbing my walls in spite of me the owner,

Enter BUCKINGHAM. But thou wilt brave me with these saucy terms ? Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me?

Cade. Brave thee? ay, by the best blood that ever was The king hath sent him, sure: I must dissemble. broached, and beard thee too. Look on me well: 1 Buck. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well. have eat no meat these five days; yet, come thou and York. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greetthy five men, and if I do not leave you all as dead as a ing door nail, I pray God, I may never eat grass more. Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure ? Iden. Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while England stands, Buck. A messenger from Henry, our dread liege, That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent,

To know the reason of these arms in peace; Took odds to combat a poor famish'd man. Or why, thou – being a subject as I am, Oppose thy stedfast gazing eyes to mine,

Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn,
See if thou canst outface me with thy looks. Should'st raise so great a power without his leave,
Set limb to limb, and thou art far the lesser; Or dare to bring thy force so near the court.
Thy hand is but a finger to my fist;

York, Scarce can I speak, my choler is so
Thy leg a stick, compared with this truncheon; great.
My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast;O, I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint,
And if my arm be heaved in the air,

I am so angry at these abject terms;
Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth.

like Ajax Telamonius,

[Aside. As for more words, whose greatness answers words, On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury! Let this my sword report what speech forbears. I am far better born than is the king; Cade. By my valour, the most complete champion More like a king more kingly in my thoughts: that ever I heard.-Steel, if thou turn the edge, or cut But I must make fair weather yet awhile, not out the burly-boned clown in chines of beef ere Till Henry be more weak, and I more strong.thou sleep in thy sheath, I beseech God on my knees, o Buckingham, I pr’ythee, pardon me, thou mayest be turned to hobnails. (They fight. Cade That I have given no answer all this while: falls.) Ó, I am slain ! famine, and no other, hath slain My mind was troubled with deep melancholy. me: let ten thousand devils come against me, aud give the cause why I have brought this army hither, me but the ten meals I have lost, and I'd defy them all. Is – to remove proud Somerset from the king, Wither, garden; and be henceforth a burying-place Seditious to his grace, and to the state. to all that do dwell in this house, because the uncon

Buck. That is too much presumption on thy part: quered soul of Cade is fled.

But if thy arms be to no other end, Iden. Is't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous The king hath yielded unto thy demand; traitor ?

The duke of Somerset is in the Tower.

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York. Upon thiue honour, is he prisoner? of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown:
Buck. Upon mine honour, he is prisoner. Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace.

York. Then, Buckingham, Irio dismiss my powers. York. Would'st have me kneel? first let me ask of
Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves,

these,
Meet me to-morrow in Saint George's field, If they can brook I bow a knee to man. -
You shall have pay, and every thing you wish. Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail;
And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry,

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my eldest son, -- pay, all my sons, I know, ere they will have me go to ward, As pledges of my fealty and love,

They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement.
I'll send them all as willing as I live ;

Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come amain,
Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have To say, if that the bastard boys of York
Is his to use, so Somerset may die.

Shall be the surety for their traitor father.
Buck. York, I commend this kind submission : York. O blood-bespotted Neapolitan,
We twain will go into his highness' tent.

Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge!
Enter King Henry, attended.

The sons of York, thy betters in their birth,
K. Hen. Buckingham,doth York intend po harm to us, Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those
That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? That for my surety will refuse the boys.
York. În all submission and humility,

Enter Edward and Richard PLANTAGENET, with For-
York doth present himself unto your highness. ces, at one side ; ut the other, with Forces also,
K. Hen. Then what intend these forces thou dost Old CLIFFORD and his son.
bring?

See,where they come; l'll warrant they'll make it good.
York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence; Q. Mur. And here comes Clifford, to deny their bail

. And fight against that monstrous rebel, Cade, Clif. Health and happiness to my lord the king! Who since I heard to be discomfited.

(Kneels. Enter Iden, with Cade's head.

York.I thank thee, Clifford. Say,what news with thee?
Iden. If one so rude, and of so mean condition, Nay, do not fright us with an angry look:
May pass into the presence of a king,

We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again;
Lo,
present your grace a traitor's head,

For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.
The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew. Clif: This is my king, York, I do not mistake;
K. Hen. The head of Cade? – Great God, how just But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do:
art thou!

To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad? 0, let me view his visage being dead,

K.Hen. Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious humour
That living wrought me such exceeding trouble. Makes him oppose himself against his king.
Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew him? Clif. He is a traitor; let him to the Tower,
Iden. I was, an't like your majesty.

And chop away that factious pate of his.
K. Ilen. How art thou call’d? and what is thy degree? Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey;
Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name;

His sons, he says, shall give their words for him.
A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king. York. Will you not, sons?
Buck. So please it you, my lord, 'twere not amiss Edw. Ay, noble father, if our words will serve.
He were created knight for his good service. Rich. And if words will not, then our weapons shall,
K. Hen. Iden, kneel dowa; (He kneels.] Rise up a Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we here!
knight.

York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so;
We give thee for reward a thousand marks; I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor. –
And will, that thou henceforth attend on us. Call hither to the stake my two brave hears,

Iden. Måy Iden live to merit such a bounty, That, with the very shaking of their chains,
And never live but true unto his liege!

They may astonish these fell lurking curs;
K. Hen. See, Buckingham! Somerset comes with the Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me.
queen;
Drums. Enter Warwick and Salisbury, with Forces

. Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. Clif: Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to Enter Queen MARGARET and Somerset.

death, Q. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his And manacļe the bear-ward in their chains, head,

If thou dar'st bring them to the baiting-place. But boldly staod, and front him to his face.

Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur York. How now! Is Somerset at liberty?

Run back and bite, because he was withheld;
Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison'd thonghts, Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw,
And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart, Hath clappd his tail between his legs, and cry'd:
Shall I endure the sight of Somerset ? -

And such a piece of service will you do
False king! why hast thou broken faith with me, If you oppose yourself to match lord Warwick.
Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse?

Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lamp,
King did I call thee? no, thou art pot king: As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!
Not fit to govern and rule multitudes,

York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly
Which dar'st not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor. Clif;Take heed,lest by your heat you burn yourselves

. That head of thine doth not become a crown; K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's stall,

bow?
And not to grace an awful princely sceptre. ofd Salisbury, -- shame to thy silver hair,
That gold must round engirt these brows of mine; Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son! --
Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear, What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the rulhan,
Is able with the change to kill and cure.

And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles?
Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up,

0, where is faith? O, where is loyalty?
And with the same to act controlling laws. If it be banish'd from the frosty head,
Give place; by heaven, thou shalt rule no more Where shall it find a harbour in the earth? –
O'er him, whom heaven created for thy ruler. Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,

Som. O monstrous traitor!- I arrest thee, York, And shame thine honourable age with blood?

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Why art thou old, and want'st experience ? Clif. What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou
Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it?
For shame! in duty bend thy kuee to me,

York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love,
That bows unto the grave with mickle age.

But that thou art so fast mine enemy.
Sal, My lord, I have consider'd with myself Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem.
The title of this most renowned duke;

But that 'tis shown ignobly, and in treason.
And in my conscience do repute his grace

York. So let it help me now against thy sword,
The rightful heir of England's royal seat.

As I in justice and true right express it!
K. Jlen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me? Clif. My soul and body on the action both!-
Sal. I have.

York. Å dreadful lay! address thee instantly.
K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for such

(They fight, and Clifford falls. an oath?

Clif. La fin couronne les oeuvres. Dies. Sal. It is great sin, to swear unto a sin;

York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath.

still. Who can be bound by any solemn vow

Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will![Exit.
To do a murderous deed, to rob a man,

Enter Young CLIFFORD.
To force a spotless virgin's chastity,

Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the rout;
To reave the orphan of his patrimony,

Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds
To wring the widow from her custom'd right; Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell,
And have no other reason for this wrong,

Whom angry heavens do make their minister,
But that he was bound by a solemn oath?

Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part
Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister. Hot coals of vengeance ! - Let no soldier fly:
K. Hen. Call Buckingham, aud bid him arm himself. He, that is truly dedicate to war,

York.Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast, Hath no self-love; nor he, that loves himself,
I am resolv’d for death, or dignity.

Hath not essentially, but by circumstance,
Clif. The first, I warrant thee, if dreams prove true. The name of valour. - 0, let the vile world end,
War. You were best to go to bed, and dream again,

(Seeing his dead Father. To keep thee from the tempest of the field. And the premised flames of the last day

Clif. I am resolved to bear a greater storm, Knit earth and heaven together!
Than any thou canst conjure up to-day;

Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,
And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,

Particularities and petty sounds
Might I but know thee by thy household badge. To cease! — Wast thou ordain'd, dear father,

Ilar. Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's crest, To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve
The rampant bcar chain'd to the ragged staff, The silver livery of advised age;
This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,

And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus
(As on a mountain-top the cedar shows,

To die in railian battle? — Even at this sight,
That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,) My heart is turn’d to stone: and, while 'tis mine,
Even to affright thee with the view thereof. It shall be stony. York not our old men spares;

Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, Nor more will I their babes : tears virginal
And I read it under foot with all contempt,

Shall be to me even as the dew to fire;
Despight the bear-ward that protects the bear. And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims,

Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father, Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax.
To quell the rebels and their 'complices.

Henceforth, I will not have to do with pity :
Rich. F'ye! charity, for shame! speak not in spite, Meet I an infant of the house of York,
For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night, Into as many gobbets will I cut it,
y. Clif. Foul stigmatic, that's more than thou As wild Medea young Absyrtus did;
caust tell.

In cruelty will I seek out my fame.
Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell. Come, thou new ruin of old Cliffor’ds house;
(Exeunt severally.

[Taking up the body. SCENE II. - Saint Albans.

As did Aeneas old Anchises bear,
Alarums: Ercursions. Enter WARWICK. So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders;
War. Clifford of Cumberland , 'tis Warwick calls ! But then Aeneas bare a living load,
And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear, Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine. [Exit.
Now, — when the angry trumpet sounds alarm, Enter Richard PlantageNET and Somerset, fighting,
And dead men's cries do fill the empty air,

and SOVERSET is killed.
Cliford, I say, come forth and fight with me! Rich. So, lie thou there; —
Prond northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland, For, underneath an alehouse' paltry sign,
Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms. The Castle in Saint Albans, Somerset
Enter Yonk.

Hath made the wizard famous in his death.-
How now, my noble lord? what, all a-foot?

Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still:
York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed; Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. (Exit.
But match to match I have encounter'd him, Alarums: Excursions. Enter King Henry, Queen
And made a prey for carrion kites and crows

MARGARET, and Others, retreating.
Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well.

Q. Mar. Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame,
Enter CLIFORD.

away! War. Of one or both of is the time is come. K. Flen, Can we outrun the heavens? good MarYork.Hold, Warwick,seck thou out some other chace,

garet, stay! For I myself must hunt this deer to death,

Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll not fight,
War. Then, dobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou por fly:
fight'st. -

Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence,
As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,

To give the enemy way; and to secure as
It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd. By what we can, which can no more but fly.
[Exit Warwick.

Alarum, afar off

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